Zhane is right in that she's not taking her eyes off him, wary to say the least. (Wary is a nicer word than freaked the hell out, which might be closer to the truth.)

"I'm fine."

Lots of venom still in that hoarse voice.

She is, of course, not fine. But she's also not about to get to her feet and wobble around to prove it. Everything's still sort of... spinning, a little. A lot.

She's not aware of it, but she's swaying a little in place. Paler than normal, still, and that's saying a lot -- she hasn't had much color in her since Darkonda installed all that hardware into her flesh.

"What are you playing at, Ranger?"